Way back on the mountain
where most folks never go
at the end of an Indian trace
you can find the Blue Hole

the water is a deeper blue
than the bluest eye legend
says that if you ever touch
the bottom you will die

    the Blue Hole

There's a rope swing hanging
off the high oak limb
water's so cold it'll take your breath away
first time you jump in

     the Blue Hole

Way back on the mountain
I drive the old back road
looking for a sign of an Indian trace
take me back to the Blue Hole

the longer that I look
the more there is to find
I know it's out there somewhere
between the mountain and my mind

    the Blue Hole